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Aphotic
It was hell between her words, where I wove myself,
a night so dark, no one saw a thing.
It was heaven in her breath, I swear I wove myself,
between the careful caress of consonants,
and vicious variants of vowels.
I, a heartless peddler of meaningful one liners,
stood abashed by such delicate cruelty.
My owl eyes deceive,
such beauty is truly a disease.
She bats a famished eyelid every time,
the fickle, callous undertow,
comes to collect my dues.
And licks her raven lips, as the torrent ensues.
I can only tip my hat,
and flash my debonair smile of the fox.
For who am I to blame the current,
and where it takes me?
